Who would marry into the family after being reborn?

When the old man heard this, he thought the girl was a smart person.

Not only did she understand his good intentions, but she also knew to call for help.

Wu Xiuchun called the gatehouse of the meat processing factory.

This was the first emergency number left for her by her second brother Wu Wei. If this number could not be reached, she had to call the second emergency number and go to the canteen in the family area.

Fortunately, as soon as the call was connected, the guard of the meat processing factory promised: "Master Wu is here, I will go and call you."

Wu Xiuchun breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the phone, and expressed a grateful look to the old cadres who had not left yet.

After a while, Xiuchun called the guard again.

The phone was picked up immediately, and Wu Wei couldn't wait to say: "Third sister, what happened?"

Xiuchun didn't say much: "Second brother, I'm on East Street, and the stools have just been sold. Are you free to pick me up?"

This silly girl, at this time, still asked if she was free.

Even if the sky falls, I have to put my third sister first.

"Just stay where you are. I'll be there soon."

Wu Wei hung up the phone and didn't even go back to the factory site. He went straight to the carport and pushed the 28-bar and rushed to East Street.

He knew where Xiuchun's stall was.

So in a moment, he and his car were in front of the stall.

But the stall had already been occupied by someone else, and Wu Wei was looking around.

He saw Xiuchun next to the public phone, waving at him: "Second brother, second brother, I'm here!"

Wu Wei rushed over, grabbed Xiuchun, looked him up and down and said: "Are you okay?"

With Wu Wei by his side, Xiuchun felt relieved, and the feeling of being on edge disappeared.

He bowed to the old gentleman next to him and said: "Thank you, old gentleman."

Wu Wei then noticed the old cadre and his daughter, reached out for a cigarette, and was about to go over to show his friendship.

The old cadre wanted to take it.

After all, since he retired, no one had offered him a cigarette for a while.

This feeling is really long-lost and wonderful.

Suddenly, his daughter interrupted him and said, "My dad doesn't smoke!"

Wu Wei quickly put away his cigarette, and even stopped smoking himself, and only cared about thanking: "Thank you for protecting my third sister."

The old cadre looked around and didn't see the man just now, so he took the opportunity to say, "Young man, there should be other Huanghuali furniture in your house, right? Can you take me to see it?"

Wu Wei subconsciously wanted to refuse.

After all, the threat from the third sister has not been resolved, and he let the wolf into the house.

Isn't this just looking for trouble?

But on second thought, there is only a thief who can be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

If possible, it is not impossible to let the wolf into the house and catch the turtle in the jar.

What's more, the old cadre and his daughter have just helped their sister, and they are really obsessed with antique furniture.

It is indeed difficult to refuse.

"Then please follow me, both of you."

On the way back to the small courtyard of Bayi Road, Wu Wei kept a little attention while walking.

Occasionally, he had to deal with the old cadre's words.

He really didn't see any signs of being followed.

After opening the small courtyard, Wu Wei turned around and locked the door, and even looked back.

It was like a meeting.

Still didn't find anything.

So when he returned to the courtyard, the old cadre had already touched the eight-immortal table hanging in the courtyard and looked at it carefully.

It can be seen from his concentration that he really likes it.

Only his daughter was beside him with an impatient look on her face.

Xiuchun counted out the money and stuffed it directly into Wu Wei's pocket, saying: "Wait for you to give it to Qiaoqiao in the evening."

Wu Wei counted out a hundred and stuffed it into the third sister's pocket, saying: "For you, don't go out to the stall in the next few days."

Xiuchun was puzzled: "Why?"

But as soon as he said it, she understood.

Even so, he still stuffed back ten big unity notes and said: "I can make money myself."

On the other side, the old cadre looked for a long time, finally straightened up, supported the eight-immortal table, and panted with exhaustion.

"Young man, did you also repair this table?"

Wu Wei nodded: "Nothing can be hidden from your discerning eyes."

"Really good craftsmanship!" The old cadre praised, patted the table and said: "I want this table too, name a price."

Wu Wei said generously: "You are a connoisseur, name a price, I will never bargain."

"One price, 4,000 yuan, I want it."

The old cadre is really generous.

As a result, the daughter said beside him: "Dad, I don't have so much money."

The old cadre glared: "Good things are always hard to find. You don't have money, can't you ask someone to deliver it?"

"Besides, such a big eight-immortal table, don't you have to find someone to carry it back?"

Wu Wei immediately decided: "You really have a good eye, I'll go with the price you said."

The middle-aged woman went out angrily to call for help.

At this time, the old cadre took the opportunity to get close to Wu Wei and pinched his fingers at him.

Wu Wei immediately understood and offered a Yipinmei cigarette to the old cadre, and lit one for him.

The old cadre took a deep breath, exhaled a long puff of smoke and said, "Young man, what's your last name?"

Wu Wei hurriedly said, "My last name is Wu Wei. May I ask your last name? I think you look familiar."

The old cadre nodded at Wu Wei, but didn't say it out loud, "My last name is Zhong. You may have seen me in the newspaper before, but now I have retired to the second line, and this is the only fun thing left."

Wu Wei's heart moved. He actually remembered an old cadre named Zhong in this county.

Could it be the old secretary Zhong Xianzhong, a senior county official who just retired?

Even if he retires, he should live in the Municipal People's Congress.

Where does he have time to tinker with antique furniture?

However, Wu Wei did not ask this question, but said respectfully: "Old Secretary, I remember it."

As a result, Mr. Zhong pressed his hand and said: "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

Seeing that a cigarette was finished, Wu Wei hurriedly took out a cigarette to refill it.

But there was a burst of hurried footsteps at the door.

Mr. Zhong immediately fanned around like a thief to disperse the smoke, trying to cover up the truth.

Even so, it was useless.

When Mr. Zhong's daughter Zhong Ying came back, she smelled it and said: "Dad, did you smoke?"

Wu Wei immediately stepped forward and said: "Mr. Zhong didn't smoke, I was addicted to smoking, so I smoked."

Zhong Ying glanced at Wu Wei, and then looked at her old father.

She snorted softly and said: "Wait."

It's a pity that there is no place to sit at home. The only two stools have just been bought by Mr. Zhong.

Wu Wei could only point to the two wooden stools and say, "You two sit down and wait."

In less than half an hour, a secretary-like man with a bag under his arm came to the door.

When he saw Mr. Zhong sitting in the yard, he came in immediately.

Zhong Ying took the handbag from the secretary and counted out 4,000 yuan, which took a long time.

She handed it to Wu Wei and said, "Here."

Wu Wei took it and put it in his pocket without counting.

Then a driver-like man came in from outside the door, and together with the secretary, he carried the eight-immortal table away.

The brother and sister went out and saw that there was a jeep parked at the door.

Thanks to the 10,000 reward from the balloon tonight, becoming the second helmsman of this book, big brother!

Thanks to all the Yanzu for the monthly tickets and recommendation tickets! Thank you all.

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